HAVIKK:4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh..Take the safety off lock, exterminate your blockLeavin do' holes with .44's and 20-gauge rifles and TecsAnd breakin' niggas' necks like bad checksOutrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pagesLeaving mingled bodies hangin' on stagesCollapse niggas with raps, caps niggas with strapsSmoking on the bomb, eyes tighter than JapsRollin' evil with the Desert Eagle, schemin' Young ProdWhen the squad's in the house: oh my God, a homicideIs 'bout to committed, admit itYou seen the Tec and you shittedNickel-plate in your face, a .38Competin, strangle the evil with low blowsI dips fo' low with bad hoes, the saga unfoldsThe S.C. script had to design shit to wreck your mentalBitch, and plant a fuckin' slug in your templeYeah

Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJEThe West Coast Gangstas still O.G.'sSportin' khakis and Chucks and B.V.T's.Swervin through your hood in a blue low-lowSportin' Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4PRODEJE:G maneouvres, increasin my retaliationShob niggas provoke could equal to your devastationMy motivation is lyrication, the philosophationAcquired by the gangsta's inspirationMentally loc'd I'm smokin' tracks like it's bluntedI'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G ragsMy khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun yaI zap you like a genieYou try to escape like WhodiniYou plasticI'm boombastic like that muthafucka ShaggyThe Cartel keeps the groove nastyYou tried to fade, but got eliminated, tried the differentialBut couldn't fade the fuckin' instrumentalMy mental compound exploitin' the hoods and townsBreakin' it down, and if you trippin', yo' ass is clownedIt's Mr. Prod comin' cutthroat, live through the wireThe West Coast G's is on fireChorus...??? & YOUNG PROD:Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rentalQ-fo'-fever, evil side finna leave aNigga leakin, blood seekin' for the weekendHeadhuntin like a dome-servin' freak andMental scheme we G's this, we locs like thatWe grab Macs and reacts to open niggas' backsWelcome to the dome of terror, the era of the evil sideTake niggas out the run like drive-by'sCome come, test this, let's justSee yo' face taste ??? just thisNo mistakin, ??? we're money-makin'We grab the g's, get the ki's and we shake itIt ain't too easy to find meYoung Prod run games like _Jumanji_My 9 blow minds everytime I dumpTakin' niggas' chests out and lumpEvil Side, servin' muthafuckas from the back to the frontDon't front, so where ya at?In the back of the homie's 'LacCockin' a strap, finna take a muthafucka off the matI got your back - back at ya, niggaPull the triggers, slugs to niggas' mugsForever Evil Side, straight gangstaChorus...